Chillerama (2011)
It’s the closing night at the last drive-in theater in America and Cecil B. Kaufman has planned the ultimate marathon of lost film prints to unleash upon his faithful cinephile patrons. Four films so rare that they have never been exhibited publicly on American soil until this very night!




After a nuclear war, society breaks down into two groups, the evil Euraks and the rebel Federation. A mercenary named Parsifal is hired by the Federation to infiltrate New York City, which is controlled by the Euraks, to rescue the only fertile woman left on Earth.
Spanish horror star
If the mysterious plague sweeping the nation wasn’t bad enough, Dean is still going ahead with his doomed wedding tomorrow morning. That leaves him with a choice. Pick up the button holes and chocolate fountain as instructed by bridezilla Elaine, or go with five mates (and a stripper)
Genre is an unfortunate and regrettable aspect of film theory, resulting in the pigeonholing of films by what they should contain rather than what they uniquely offer. Along with a misguided respect for narrative, genre dominates much film criticism and eduction, resulting in ugly and puerile classifications.
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Zombies rule the USA, except for a small group of scientists and military personnel who reside in an underground bunker in Florida. The scientists are using the undead in gruesome experiments; much to the chagrin of the military.
A plane explodes; one passenger is a London businessman who’s insured for $1 million. His unfaithful wife is the beneficiary. The insurance agency arranges to pay, but also assigns their top investigator, Peter Lynch, to sniff out irregularities.
The initial concept of Dawn Of The Dead birthed when Romero and his (then) girlfriend Christine were visiting a newly opened shopping mall that one of his friends opened in Pittsburgh. Monroeville Mall, which is now a well known tourist attraction in the city of Pittsburgh. Soon after Romero’s vision was heightened
A body smacks against the cold stone floor, dead, before sliding down a flight of stairs into a dank, cold dungeon. Clunkety-clunk, clunkety-cluck, leaving crimson splotches in its wake. In this dungeon, lit only by a single torch casting impenetrable shadows from the far wall, the body is left to be feasted upon by rats.